Five Degrees

Tiny towns and infidelity

        On days when it's unbearable to sleep I go outside and sit on my little roof. The tiny thing called my balcony isn't enough, it hides my view from the stars. They're the last thing I have left of my mother, since she left me with the apartment and things. It's quiet and cool now so it isn't so bad after all. I come out at night when the hustle of the city is quiet well as quiet as you can get in the city. I was always fond of the city which is why I chose to stay while my brother ran off to chase music in California. More opportunity he said or something close to it, I guess, that was back then when my mother's voice rang sweet and her perfume was still strong. Never knew where my father went nor do I care. It was always me, mama, Jay and my big brother Eli. 

Jay is my actual brother but I just call him Jay and Eli my brother. I remember when my brother's basketball practice would run late my ma and I would climb up on the roof and look at the stars until he got home and we could eat in peace. Every now and then I'll hear from my brother and how he's doing great. Still no luck on the music yet though so for now he's sticking to basketball.

 Jay well idk what he's doing heard he ran off with his little girlfriend and got married he and mama weren't talking then so I wasn't invited. I was ab to go to sleep when suddenly I'm craving a burger so next thing I know I'm throwing on clothes and shoes to run down to whatever fast food thing is open this late. I'm just about to turn the corner on the street when I see a little lump on the side of a building.

 Now look I'm not some crazy girl ready to die on some horror movie type stuff but I was feeling pretty nosy. So I walked towards whatever the heck it was and was actually pretty surprised to see a boy. He was all beat up and bruised, I wasn't feeling so bold anymore so I left a couple of bucks a box of band-aids and went on my way. Well I wish I did as I was about to leave the boy grabbed my hand, bad move, in a matter of seconds I had broken his wrist in several places. I backed up a bit as the boy held his wrist clearly in pain. Now I felt bad, "H-h-hey um I'm sorry about your wrist" He didn't answer.."I've got a med kit at my house it's the least I could do." The boy held his hand out and for a minute I stood there unsure of what to do next before realizing he needed help getting up. We made it back to my apartment and in no time I had patched his wrist up. I was in the process of cleaning his face wounds when I got an actual clear look at him. He was actually pretty decent now that I could see his face.